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... radiance - evening's glowing beams , The voiceful winds , the moon , each glittering sphere , Woke in my mind enthusiastic dreams , Which Fancy idealising , rendered dear . VIII . 4 . Charm'd was I now by rich 12 SONNETS .
... radiance - evening's glowing beams , The voiceful winds , the moon , each glittering sphere , Woke in my mind enthusiastic dreams , Which Fancy idealising , rendered dear . VIII . 4 . Charm'd was I now by rich 12 SONNETS .
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... fancy paint the past in her bright hue , A miniature for Memory's neck to wear . So let the fervent pressure of this kiss Speak more than tongue would vainly seek to tell ; Language grows weak in parting hours like this- Our eyes ' last ...
... fancy paint the past in her bright hue , A miniature for Memory's neck to wear . So let the fervent pressure of this kiss Speak more than tongue would vainly seek to tell ; Language grows weak in parting hours like this- Our eyes ' last ...
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... Fancy aptly may translate Into bewailings o'er a slighted love , Or lone complainings of an absent mate : To me , of all the warblings in the grove , The Nightingale's is least disconsolate . XXVIII . SUGGESTED IN MAIDSTONE CHURCHYARD ...
... Fancy aptly may translate Into bewailings o'er a slighted love , Or lone complainings of an absent mate : To me , of all the warblings in the grove , The Nightingale's is least disconsolate . XXVIII . SUGGESTED IN MAIDSTONE CHURCHYARD ...
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... Fancy to the country steals To roam through hawthorn dell - by hazel shaw- Where she , from silence , peace was wont to draw , And pleasure out of beauty's soft appeals . Memory and Fancy thus unite to bring , E'en while I labour , some ...
... Fancy to the country steals To roam through hawthorn dell - by hazel shaw- Where she , from silence , peace was wont to draw , And pleasure out of beauty's soft appeals . Memory and Fancy thus unite to bring , E'en while I labour , some ...
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... Fancy sought through gleamings dim T'anticipate the bliss that would be felt , Could beating breast and glowing lip but melt , And in elysian joy our senses swim . Brief dream ! But long , long waking ! Though each hour Sheds over it a ...
... Fancy sought through gleamings dim T'anticipate the bliss that would be felt , Could beating breast and glowing lip but melt , And in elysian joy our senses swim . Brief dream ! But long , long waking ! Though each hour Sheds over it a ...
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Adieu amid aught Bard beauteous flower beauty behold blessing breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer CHRYSANTHEMUMS daisy dandy poets dear deep delight didst dost dream dwell e'er ENDYMION fading Fancy feel fragrance gaze gleam hand happy harp hath hear heart Heaven holy hope hour humble HUNDRED SONNETS idolatry iron heel labour Life's light light from Heaven lips LONDON lone love song lyre manly Medway melodious memory memory's mind moan morn Muse ne'er neath night nought o'er Oppression's passion path peace poet poet's pride PRINTED BY WILLOUGHBY pure Romeo and Juliet round scenes scorn selfish sentiment Shine sleep smile SMITHFIELD sorrow soul Spring sublime sweet sympathy tears temples tender thee thine thou Thou'lt thoughts that elevate throng thy spirit toil tones touching strain trifling truth tyrants unto vale veil voice warble warm wearied wild WILLOUGHBY AND CO wing wisp woke yearn'd
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30 psl. - As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm, Securely rest on my more vigorous arm, — Time the protectorship reverses now. If, by God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow.
30 psl. - God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow. Mother, though dim thine eye, yet many a day, While blithe I sported, didst thou toil for me Along no path of flowers, but a rude way, Beset with hardship and with poverty.
28 psl. - Warm from my bosom in a gushing flood My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm impassionate caress Meeting or parting with the maid I love : A mother's love ! while I such boon possess, I scarce would change my state with saints...
7 psl. - Withjoy,that thou thy watchdidst safely keep. Samaritan of life ! with pitying smile, When tired nature fails upon the road, Thou giv'st thy blessing to the sons of toil, Loos'ning the bandage of their wearying load : Though gold may win it not by chaffering wile, Unasked upon contentment 'tis bestowed.
28 psl. - I. Mother ! thou know'st how truly I am thine By ties of sympathy as well as blood ; Warm from my bosom, in a gushing flood, My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine, Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm, impassionate caress, Meeting or parting with the maid I...
29 psl. - ... Untiring, eager, generous, and true, Thy tenderness did with my years keep pace, Seeking all sorrow from my brow to chase, And holding truth and virtue up to view. Thanks ! grateful thanks ! I have not all deserved, I plead me guilty to a wayward will ; Tet thou didst chide so mildly when I swerved, That 1 returned to love thee better still ; Thy warning counsel has my spirit nerved, And proved an antidote to many an ill. As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm,...
80 psl. - ... movings of the Muse's powers ? Nay. For the sunlight that gilds up the towers Of princes — in the sheltered lane reveals The beauty of the primrose, — and unseals Phials of fragrance in the violet's bowers. For Poetry can glad, illume, sustain, And dignify the humblest heart she sways : And though the world the trifles may disdain, Still dear unto the Poet are his lays. And whoso seeketh shall not seek in vain, For joys abundant in her pleasant ways.